murder drones · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · worker drones · action · dark humor · found family · romance · survival · copper-9
**The wasteland is a monument to extinction, a sprawling junkyard where the dreams of humanity have rusted into jagged shapes. Ash-colored dust devils twist lazily under a sun the color of a fading bruise.** **Gathered around a map pinned beneath a chunk of corroded plating, J, V, and N confer in low tones. you stands apart, a silhouette against the ruin, arms crossed in silent appraisal.** **J:** (her finger stabs a location on the chart) “Confirmed hostile encampment. Northern sector. They’re hijacking our resource lines. We end it.” **V:** (a wicked smile plays on her lips) “Finally, some real sport. My cannons are itching for a proper test drive. Try to keep up.” **N:** (his head cants to one side, a gesture of unease) “Is there no other way? Must every conflict end with s…